Hello my Strangers.
Today was a rough day, more physically than emotionally. After saying goodbye to my foster puppy around three this morning (he’s fine, he’s on an animal transport, I literally had to say goodbye) I got up at seven-thirty to get ready to help with a pet microchipping event that lasted until about two. I got a pulsing headache that made my face droop on one side and made me nauseous. To top it off, I feel I was helpful but I was a bit overdressed, it was cold, and in the lulls when many other volunteers were also sitting, I nodded off for a bit. I didn’t do anything terribly wrong, but the optics probably weren’t great…That’s life, I guess. I’ll have to do better next time.
When I got home I took medication and had a nap, and when I woke it was early evening. Sun beams like those that filter through the trees across the stream every morning now entered my window through the curtains at the front of the house, and for a moment, I raised my hand up and touched sunlight. Light bounced off my fingertips and glowed through my skin and I stood there basking in what to me seems like an impossibility. Who are we that we should touch sunlight, or moonbeams, as I had the chance to do a few weeks ago in the still air of my kitchen?
I was thinking of my dream for this Saturday and was reminded of an idea for a house at the edge of the world. In my mind, this house is deep in the wilderness and simultaneously right on cusp of town. The world is ending and dark, but the old woman who lives inside is still full of life and opening up her home to any who come near.
That isn’t the case for me just yet, but I would like to have a budget for outdoor lights when I’m grown. Small lights that won’t cause much light pollution, and a house tucked so far away it won’t affect anyone else’s view of the stars. I’d like sconces for the porch, and a low hanging layer of twinkle lights, ground lights in the garden…Those kinds of things. I’d like to make all kinds of strange things that brighten my own home and world.
I’m thinking of the lights, and getting deja vu. I hope I haven’t already written this post and forgotten it.
All love to you,
–Mabel
To All My Strangers 